Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
1] Spit that rhymer shit blow ya brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon bring the back? The dude who spits rhymes bout dimes and pennies for thoughts break for a dollar but bout to change rap Endulging myself in and wealth a chick who says shes a Christian herself We talk, our Before she go swinging Just a couple 80s babys who around dreaming Ima die young is what we walk singing Mind full of ideas, who him out of believing Sink to the bottom, it brought up all of our When we playing we to face em us those gold bottles F-ck it we have to it Americas models but were no Channing Taylor Closer to we get, is probably Casey Case 27 year old legends, cant wait to take em I em
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27 Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club
[XV - 2] to heaven Im on my last step The 11 would lead me straight to my death And that room thats a mess I hope every secret is 21 and shot for his The things we do for a 6 more can make you a legend A lot of pills for A lot of real in question A lot of sex and with feelings Abusing these like step children Tell me my and read me my rights Be honest, the excuse is Im my life: ironic The devil in my like Jin on Tekken, with What the doctor give us for it? The No wonder we are to the night And we only free on the pages we write Fall into the darkness on a stage of lights I told you came with a price Ya life!
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27 Morrison, Winehouse, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now welcome to the 27
[XV - 3] The generation where everybody is famous Blue check next to ya name or nameless When friends get jaded cause all you do is get Gears of War and hit Vegas with all my niggas who made it Maximum Drive but only minimum You close ya as soon as you get on stages Got who died at 27, not in those pages Thats when I realised, life is you make it Kids want my career and I em love it or hate it Put fame on a scale and youll be glad that you it When miracles get to elitists and sadists At 27 just praying, you here, happy Middle fingers you take pictures When life gives you lemons, use it to liquor Consumptions our destruction if you Theres a whole generation full of wild little niggas
Jones, Hendrix, Joplin, Sex, money, liquor, Rock, Roll, Peace, Now to the 27 club